Millennials

We are wired, we are glued

To what we think is true

This maybe a myth, this maybe the truth.

It’s a mirror of illusions, and we stare at the visions,

Reflections of our own, are so unknown

From a fearless child we grew to this fearful me.

Leaps seems long, excuses so strong,

The world is so digitised, and google is the lord,

The controls are mechanical and emotions are lost.

Connections depend on wifi, and relations on networks,

Are these the millennial? Forward or backward, clueless of their foundations,

Master of voids ?